Blair Babylon has 10 audiobooks on Listento.it, narrated by 7 narrators, with an average listener rating of 4.9★ across 18 ratings. The most-rated is Working Stiff.

Here’s the problem: When Rox was hired, she told her smoking-hot boss Cash that she was married, but she’s not. Now, three years later, she’s kind of accidentally living with him, and he’s being a perfect gentleman, dang it. Everybody in the office said that Cash was a heartbreaker and that he’d bump her and dump her, so Rox decided not to become a statistic. She went out and bought herself some rings of the finest cubic zirconia so that she could work with Cash, who was several inches over six feet tall, emerald-eyed, ripped, gorgeous, his tailored suit clinging to his athletic body, sporting a British accent, and loaded. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time. But now, three years later, she and Cash have become friends. They travel together for work often, and they’re the best of buddies. When Rox gets thrown out of her apartment, Cash insists that she come live with him until they can find her a place because that’s what friends do. Now, even though everyone insists that Cash never goes after married women, something about him has changed. There are little touches, little slips, and Rox is more and more tempted to tell hunky, gorgeous Cash that she never was married. And then, he’ll take her and break her, and then he’ll walk away, and then she’ll lose her job, and she still hasn’t found a place to live. And yet, every time he looks at her with mischief in his dark green eyes, every time they’re teasing and it somehow turns into tickling, every time she swats at him and somehow ends up in his arms, she wants so much to risk everything. What’s a working stiff to do when she falls in love with her friend, the boss? Includes special sneak peek of Stiff Drink, the second book in this series.
©2016 Terri Kay Kenyon (P)2019 Terri Kay Kenyon

One night in Monaco, my best friend, Maxence, disappeared from the middle of the Monte Carlo casino like blowing away a breath of smoke. I have no idea what Maxence was doing in Monaco that night. Yeah, he loves the Monte Carlo casino - the stage of British spy movies, billionaires, Russian mafia, and roulette. But too many people in Monaco think he might be a danger to them. He never should have been there. But he was. And so was Simone. She's trouble from our past at boarding school. Her husband is a good friend of some of the people who would be happier if Maxence wasn't around anymore. They tell me Maxence was here in the casino, and then a few minutes later, he was gone. Like he dropped off the face of the Earth. Or like he was dropped off one of Monaco’s cliffs and into the blue Mediterranean Sea, which was just a few feet from where he was standing when he disappeared. Arthur and I are in Monaco to find Maxence, no matter what it takes. But we might end up finding his body.
©2020 Terri Kenyon (P)2020 Terri Kenyon

London trial lawyer Gen has managed to corral that randy colt his lordship Arthur Finch-Hatten, the Earl of Severn, at least as far as anyone knows. In public, he seems to be behaving himself, but she’s kind of gotten involved with her client in a way that the Bar’s ethics committee would totally not approve of. With Arthur’s impending trial in the House of Lords and the constant backstabbing in her law office, the last thing Gen needs is for Arthur to whisk her off to Paris for the social wedding of the century to schmooze the people who will decide his fate. Gen has broken all the rules, and she could very well end up with a broken heart. She needs a stiff drink, and it had better be hard liquor. Hard Liquor is the exciting conclusion to the Arthur Duet that begins with Stiff Drink.
©2017 Terri Kenyon (P)2020 Terri Kenyon

Genevieve is a lawyer, not a babysitter, and certainly not a dog trainer. She is just about to become a full barrister, a British litigating attorney, when her law mentor dies unexpectedly. She is shuffled off to another barrister, one who’s nothing at all like her kind and decent former mentor, and then she is assigned the office’s worst case: Arthur Finch-Hatten, six feet and four inches of ripped, loaded, hot English nobleman who is wasting his life and his inherited estate so audaciously that his younger brother is suing him for control of their family’s earldom. There is a darn good chance that Arthur will lose everything, even his crazed, badly behaved puppy. Unless he shapes up. Gen’s new boss hasn’t been able to convince Arthur to mend his ways. His uncle’s lectures haven’t had any effect on his depraved debauchery and lavish lifestyle. The only way for Genevieve to make partner is to win Arthur’s case, and the only way to win his case and save his earldom is to keep him from spending his days hungover in bed and his nights pouring Cristal on drunk, naked women before flying off in his private jumbo jet to the next party. Arthur is enough to make any woman need a stiff drink.
©2017 Terri Kenyon (P)2019 Terri Kenyon

Dree Clark thought tall, ripped, thoroughly hot Augustine was her knight in shining armor, until she discovered he was her priest. Where’s the last place in the world evil drug dealers from Phoenix would look for a girl who owes them money? Nepal. Dree is on the run. Her dead ex-boyfriend owes a whole lot of money to some drug dealers, and if they can’t get the cash from Dree, they’ll take it out of her hide. When Catholic Charities offers Dree a mission into the far reaches of Nepal because they need a nurse, Dree jumps at the opportunity and prays she’ll be safe. Until she meets the Catholic priest who’ll be leading the mission. It’s Augustine, the sexy guy from Paris. But he has a new name, Father Maxence Grimaldi. Well, she’d told him to lie to her. She just never thought he’d lie about being a priest. Now, she’s journeying far out into the wilds with the hot priest. And oh God, they’re riding motorcycles, and he’s wearing black leather with a priest’s collar. And there aren’t enough darned tents to go around. She’s not going to be able to keep her hands off him.
©2020 Malachite Publishing LLC (P)2020 Malachite Publishing LLC

Giving away a billion dollars shouldn’t be this hard. Maxence saved Dree Clark from some bad guys in a Parisian bar, then he turned up on a charity mission to Nepal, so how the heck is he the Prince of Monaco? Or, well, not the prince. A prince. He’s the not head honcho because Monaco doesn’t have a sovereign prince right now. But it needs one. Maxence is the next person in line for the throne, but he doesn’t want it. He doesn’t want anything to do with it. But other people do want the throne and the billions in wealth that go with it, people with evil agendas or who just want the money. Max is the only guy who stands in their way. And good people seem to be in short supply. Plus, he’s constantly distracted by the constant thorn in his side Dree Clark, who he’s conscripted to be his new secretary. Her curves drive him out of his mind, and her sweet soul is more than he’s ever hoped for. He wants to chase her around the desk and then run away with her to somewhere safe. Because Monaco is anything but safe for Prince Maxence.
©2021 Malachite Publishing LLC (P)2021 Malachite Publishing LLC

Flicka won’t allow herself to be terrified. She’s on the run from her cheating, soon-to-be ex-husband Prince Pierre and his Secret Service, and she doesn’t have a passport, credit cards, or money. She needs to get to Paris to talk to her lawyers about divorcing that bastard. The only thing standing between her and the cheating prince is Dieter Schwarz, her bodyguard, her protector, and her ex-lover. He’s six feet, four inches of sarcasm, dark humor, and rock-hard muscle. A former Swiss mercenary, now he owns and operates Rogue Security - a band of former special operations soldiers, SEALs, hackers, and spies - which will take any dirty covert operation for the right price. But the Secret Service is tracking her, and even Dieter and the Rogues might not be able to keep her safe from her ex. And once again, she’s falling in love with Dieter, which might be the most dangerous thing of all.
©2018 Malachite Publishing LLC (P)2021 Malachite Publishing LLC

When a modern princess falls in love with her bodyguard, a royal fairy tale turns dangerous. Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess. Flicka von Hannover lived an enchanted life. She jetted around Europe staging charity events with friends, had married a handsome prince in the most spectacular royal wedding of the 21st century, and should have lived happily ever after. But then she found the handsome prince in bed with a duchess. And then a coffee shop barista. And then her own goddamn secretary. Finally, the prince did the unthinkable, and the beautiful princess ran away. The prince didn’t want to let her go. He couldn’t take his throne without her and sent henchmen to take her back to the castle. Her worried royal brother sent people to look for her, too. The prince threatened her. He said that if the princess contacted her brother or any of her friends for help, he would kill her brother and her brother’s new, pregnant wife. So the princess ran to the only person she could trust, a man who was frankly not a handsome prince. Dieter Schwarz had been Flicka’s bodyguard for years. He had protected her from assassins, kidnappers, and high school dates who got too handsy after a few drinks. He was a sharp-witted, sharp-jawed, hard-muscled former Swiss special forces operator who had started his own private security firm, Rogue Security, and had no past that he spoke of. No one knew that he had been her first lover and broken her heart, but he's the only one she can trust now.
©2018 Malachite Publishing LLC (P)2021 Malachite Publishing LLC

It’s an impossible situation, but if anyone can save Flicka, it’s her loyal, hot, ripped, bossy, protective, truly maddening, totally off-limits bodyguard. Flicka von Hannover was a princess, but not anymore, sort of. To hide from her conniving soon-to-be ex-husband and divorce him as soon as possible, she runs to the place specified by her prenuptial agreement, Las Vegas. She has left everyone and everything behind except Dieter Schwarz, her bodyguard who saved her that terrible night and smuggled her to Paris and now to Nevada. Living with the six-four, ripped, bossy Swiss mercenary is driving her crazy in more ways than one. Every time he comes near her, she wants to rip his clothes off with her teeth. Her ex knows that she must be in Las Vegas to establish residency to divorce him, and his men are looking for her. When his Secret Service try to kidnap her and Dieter saves her again, the adrenaline and heat of the moment are too much for them to resist. But her ex knows that she has to file the paperwork to divorce him, and he’ll do anything to stop her, even mounting an assault with his army on the courthouse when she tries to go to court. When an actual prince - who has a Secret Service, an army, and real spies - is hunting you down, you run, and you hide In a Faraway Land.
©2018 Malachite Publishing LLC (P)2021 Malachite Publishing LLC

Maxence’s brother was trying to kidnap or kill him, and an organized crime thug wanted to cut off Max’s head and feed it to the sharks for entirely different reasons. So when a cute little blonde stood up on a barstool in the middle of the Buddha Bar in Paris and drew the attention of the wrong sort of guys, Maxence swooped in for the rescue. Everything about her appealed to him: her sweetness, her giggliness, and especially the fact that she was in trouble. That last part made her sugar and catnip to Max. Luckily, he only had five days before he left Paris and Europe for wherever his global charity job was going to send him this time. Why not spend it with the funny blonde who insisted he lie to her? Indeed, if she thought everything he said was a lie, he could confess his sins, unburden his soul, and reveal what he thought he never could. Five days with her sounded like heaven, if he could just convince her to stop throwing him out of her hotel room. My life has become a sad country-music song, but instead of heading south, I went to Paris. I was a good girl who had nothing left to lose, literally. My boyfriend had stolen everything. Everything except a nonrefundable plane ticket to Paris, which was supposed to be the trip of a lifetime where that deadbeat was going to propose at the top of the Eiffel Tower. So I got on the plane without him. After all that, it was understandable that when I started drinking at the Buddha Bar, things got a little out of hand. Luckily, a man intervened. He was so ripped that I could see every thick muscle of his abs, obliques, chest, and arms through the tight T-shirt he was wearing. He towered over the guys who were bothering me, and they backed off. I took him back to my hotel because I was full of drunken, bad decisions that night. The last thing I needed was a man who wanted to save me when I was trying to do all the wrong things.
©2020 Malachite Publishing LLC (P)2020 Malachite Publishing LLC